Well yesterday was a long, sad day.
One of our kitties named Harpo had to be put down. He had been acting a bit off the past couple of weeks, and for about the past 4 days hasn't been eating or drinking much of anything, and his breathing had become very labored.
We took him to the vet a couple days ago and was diagnosed with pancreatitis. We were give some meds to give him and it wasn't helping. In fact, he was fighting us the entire time, so we ended up taking him right back the following night. They ran more tests yesterday morning and found a cancerous tumor in his chest that was filling his lungs with blood and fluid, which was also causing his pancreatitis. He was deteriorating rapidly and his breathing was getting worse.
Unfortunately, there wasn't anything that could be done at this point because the cancer was already too far along and was affecting pretty much all of his organs including horrible acids that were draining into his stomach which was making him not want to eat and drink.
So we had no choice but to make the tough decision. We cried and said our goodbyes, and... You know the rest... Hell, I'm tearing up again just writing this...
